stalk the pain
Iridescent and irreversible,
Condescending and conquering,
My pain stems deep from within the crowd,
This forcible agony could disappear,
If only you weren’t so goddamn proud.
The changes and breaks,
The survival soon aches,
Arching my pride,
But soon we subside.
Do tortured souls not tear?
Their eyes befouled by the sight of snares,
No quaking hearts compare,
Quick to find the truth but no one dares.
This is survival of the fittest,
But who’s time runs out when their always the quickest...
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